intro: arrival
Sebastian is tired.
He's cold; the streets of New York have never been a warm place to be. It reminded him of the Shining, when the boy leads the psycho dad out into the labyrinth, you know, Jack Nicholson? And the next day they find him frozen, with this hideous, insane look on his face, dead, dead, dead. Only Sebastian isnt dead. he's just cold, and sick, and wants a fucking line because if not he'll get even sicker.
He opens his eyes, doesnt move, just looks around.
New York city sure does look different. Since when did it have cobblestone?
Sebastian sits up, fastens his coat tighter around his body. Where the hell is he?
[typist: Sebastian is from Jaime Manrique's "the Documentary Artist"]
He's cold; the streets of New York have never been a warm place to be. It reminded him of the Shining, when the boy leads the psycho dad out into the labyrinth, you know, Jack Nicholson? And the next day they find him frozen, with this hideous, insane look on his face, dead, dead, dead. Only Sebastian isnt dead. he's just cold, and sick, and wants a fucking line because if not he'll get even sicker.
He opens his eyes, doesnt move, just looks around.
New York city sure does look different. Since when did it have cobblestone?
Sebastian sits up, fastens his coat tighter around his body. Where the hell is he?
[typist: Sebastian is from Jaime Manrique's "the Documentary Artist"]